Cycling Prague to Budapest: lessons learned

I really enjoyed my time on the road, and I’m already itching to get back out there.

For sure there were some tough moments, particularly the storm in Austria, but each hill bested, each town reached, just spurred me on to the next one.

I had supposed that the climbs would be the hardest challenge, but it was the wind that slowed me more than anything. Most of the route through the countryside is wide open and exposed. Momentum was interrupted by sudden gusts that stopped me dead.

Shelter came in built-up areas, and there were some lovely jaunts through woodland and along tree-lined avenues and canals. The weather was fantastic overall.

Once the wind had subsided enough I was able to get a satisfyingly speedy rhythm on the flat sections. The conditions might not be predictable, but the efforts and rewards generally seem to even-out.

Most fun moments were definitely around the Podyjí National Park. Gliding downhill through the winding forest was pure bliss.

I wasn’t half as knackered as I thought I would be. No injuries apart from a few missing chunks of flesh. My legs burned – both inside and out – after the first day, but otherwise were happy to keep going and not complain. Overall I felt pretty good throughout.

Not to say that I was totally killing myself. I made sure to stop where I wanted, and I took-on plenty of food and refreshment. Cycling in the hot sun is thirsty work don’t ya know 😛

If you are thinking of doing the Prague-Vienna Greenways (you should!), then you will need a bicycle suitable for the task. This means at least a mountain bike with disc brakes. A standard road bike would be unable to carry much, but is also likely to let you down on some challenging sections, where there are real dangers presented by the road surface.

Tyres: The stock Trek 920 comes with mountain-bike tyres, which I think are unsuitable for a trip like this. But I had done my research and had installed a pair of Schwalbe Big Apples. These are road tyres for 29 inch mountain bike wheels. They have a flatter thread and are much wider. They can be deflated to provide extra traction and suspension. I tested them on many surface types in-and-around Prague, and I was really pleased with them.

Road tyre on front, mountain bike tyre on rear.

The night before leaving I noticed that the back tyre was warped. On inspection, it looked like one of the threads had snapped, causing a deformation. So I changed it for the thinner stock Bontrager tyre, reasoning that it would still provide enough traction on all surfaces. Wrong! There was a noticeable loss of grip on gravelly surfaces – of which there was a lot. Overall I felt that I should expect more forward power without slippage. Good for mud I’m sure, but I encountered little. For touring over mixed terrain, for me the road tyres win hands-down.

At times I did consider swapping the front and back tyres, but it would have taken too much time. For the next trip I will be sporting a well-tested pair of Big Apples or something similar.

Baggage: I had put a lot of thought into this. The choice of panniers was a no-brainer. I needed fully waterproof and only Ortliebs fit the bill. That’s why they are such a popular choice for touring.

But as sturdy as they are, I missed simple things like side-pockets. Opening and closing the bags can be a bit fidgety, and there just doesn’t seem to be that much room inside. I’m going to reconsider my options here.

On the front, one side was reserved for stove and food, the other for laptop, wires, raincoat and warm hoodie. On the back one is for the sleeping bag. It’s light but bulky and necessary.

The last bag was for clothes, bike things (extra tube, repair kit, chain oil, multi-tool), and toothbrush. I packed as light as possible and each bag could be lifted with little finger. Strapped to the back is a one-man tent that weights only a kilo, and a foam mat that weighs next-to-nothing. On the front, a ‘bumbag’ in which to keep light incidentals.

But when I had them all loaded on the bike together the weight became appreciable. I’ll be honest, at first I was having doubts that I could manage it, and would have to ditch some cargo. I wasn’t worried about the the extra effort needed to push it, but more how to maintain control.

Even though the front panniers are kept as low as possible, it still required some heavy-handed steering. Sometimes a lateral oscillation would develop on the front wheel, and I had worried that this could damage the axle or the forks. Even after careful re-balancing of weight across the bike, the problem would still appear, and this wouldn’t be good for downhills. So I was careful for the first few days, but eventually I had subconsciously learned the quirks, including how to dampen the oscillation, and I was feeling in full control.

Austria, view back to Moravia

I soon learned that, when going uphill, I could slightly leverage the weight of the front baggage by standing and leaning forward as far as possible. It’s all about centre of gravity, for which a re-adjusted sense soon develops.

A couple of times, as I drifted through a seemingly deserted small village, blazing midday sun, dusty bike and cargo bouncing over every bump and pothole, it felt almost wild-west, with shuffling curtains wanting to know who’s this new stranger in town. 🙂

When I bumped into Mike – the tourer also headed to Budapest – I saw that he was carrying a lot more gear. He almost literally did have the kitchen sink – in the form of a huge water tank – strapped to the front of his bike. It didn’t seem to bother him, water sloshing around. And he was only spending a week on the road. Maybe my setup isn’t so bad after all.

Apart from the weight, which just takes time to get used to, there is the question of aerodynamics. There is nothing you can do about a headwind beating into you, but cross-winds are a real danger, the bags acting like sails. I was suddenly knocked sideways a few times, but stayed on the bike. However, on a few occasions I pulled-in to let a large truck pass. At the speeds those guys go, they create their own vortices.

Also, the camber was steep and potholed on some of the unavoidable main roads. Most passing cars are respectful – there was even the odd honk and thumbs-up – but it’s best to be defensive when it comes to busy roads. Thankfully there were not too many main roads to deal with this time. It will be different down south.

By now the bike is comfortable, overall it performed perfectly. I’ve modified it, geometries have adapted, and my ass didn’t once feel sore – probably due to the combo of a gel seat cover and padded cycling shirts, which unfortunately make you look like you just shit yourself 😛

The road-shifter gears are great, and it was nice to have the hoods and dropped handlebars. The disc brakes were well tested. I would say that disc brakes are essential for some of the downhills, otherwise you’ll be burning serious rubber. Some downhill sections are on a very poor surface, so you need to have your wits about you.

Route mapping: Once outside of Prague, and with a few exceptions, the Greenways is very well signposted at the major junctions. The signs change to blue and then green in Austria, and there are Greenways info boards in some towns. Apart from the main Greenways route I followed, there are many smaller local bike tours that are well mapped. You could spent months exploring them.

I did get lost a few times. Whenever a feeling of doubt arose, I whipped out my phone to check GPS location, and it saved me. So, a very handy thing to have!

I used a free Android app called GPXviewer, and tested this GPX file of the Greenways route, finding it to be very accurate. The app itself is battery efficient and can run simultaneously with the similarly lean and free GPSlogger.

The EuroVelo 6 route between Vienna and Budapest is almost flawlessly signposted, however there are some minor turns that are easily missed as you whoosh past the sign. So, keep your eyes open.

Also, even though much of the route from Vienna-Bratislava is newly paved, with some sections still being built, the situation in Hungary is more variable. Whereas many Hungarian main roads have a parallel cycle path – which is quite something – a good portion of these paths are poorly maintained, cracked and bumpy which demands care and will hinder speed in some sections. Other sections are heavy gravel and dirt roads through fields.

EuroVelo 6 through a field in Hungary.

There is an official EuroVelo 6 app with GPS, and it works but with some annoyances. It could do with an update.

Next planned stage is late July from Budapest to Belgrade, maybe further along to Skopje if I find the time. I am counting the seconds!

P.S. I took more video than photos, and captured some great footage. When I have a chance I will edit them into something coherent.

Day 10: Counting my blessings

I made great progress across northern Hungary on another stunning day, getting to within 100 km of Budapest.

Close to Komárno I received the sad news that the mother of a very dear friend has just passed away. May she Rest in Peace.

So I am stopping here for now and travelling back to Ireland.

Thanks for following the adventure so far, and for all the messages! I’ve had a fantastic time, no complaints whatsoever. I’ve been very lucky.

Let’s pick up the trail again in July, when I’ll be headed for Serbia.

Racked and ready to leave Budapest
A cycle across Budapest to Keleti Station

Day 9: To Bratislava and beyond

The man of the house made me breakfast, apologising that his wife was away. He shouldn’t have. After stuffing myself with varieties of breads, cheeses, meats and coffee, as I left he handed me a packed lunch. What a host!

Cycling conditions were perfect – sun blazing, a light breeze, birds singing and the road completely to myself. I shall be dining in the Slovak capital by noon!

The ‘road’ to Bratislava

After 20km or so the cycle path became gravel, and a detour was needed at the village of Stopfenreuth, where a new section is being constructed. The busy main road took me over the Danube via the Hainburg bridge.

River Danube from the Hainburg Bridge

Then it was back onto paved, tree-lined cycle path, along which there were many exchanged pleasantries ‘Grüß Gott’ (‘God bless’). Soon enough, the Danube opened in front of me as I made comfortable pace along it’s south bank.

The mighty Danube

While stopped to admire the view, a heavily-laden tourer pulled-up to chat. Mike is from Dresden and also headed to Budapest. We rode together onwards to Bratislava, arriving by 11am to share some breakfast beers and stories. 7 euro for 4 large beers and 2 Kofolas. Beat that!

I wanted to look around town, so we exchanged numbers and agreed to meet up for drinks in Budapest.

Mike from Dresden. And you thought I was carrying a lot of stuff!

Bratislava is a pretty town. There was a food fair in the centre where I munched on a humongous blue cheese burger.

Passers-by came up to talk about the bike and they all wished me luck. There’s a young, friendly vibe. I’ll be back!

I weaved around the hoards of tourists in the historic centre (video to come…) then headed for the river to continue towards Hungary. I now had a decision to make – should I stay on the northern Slovak bank, or the southern Hungarian side.

Both routes have their pros and cons – principally a choice between unpaved surface or more hills. Unable to decide, I flipped a coin which directed me towards Gyor in Hungary. So, no more hills, thankfully.

The track out of Bratislava is also built on top of a dyke, and the headwind had picked-up again. One unfortunate side effect of this onslaught was a severe case of ‘jogger’s nipple‘.

On I went until I reached a town called – wait for it – Mosonmagyaróvár. This is a typical Hungarian resort town specialising in dentistry, and catering mostly for Austrians and Italians looking for well-being on-the-cheap.

Wild camping in Hungary is illegal and risky. I was passed by at least two forest patrols, who slowed to stare. State-fed paranoia about ‘illegal’ immigration (which is really an anti-Islamic moral panic) has led to these patrols being intensified and bolstered by private security who are hell-bent on catching migrants or, it seems, anyone else they can beat-up.

So I cycled around and found a sign for an official campsite, part of a gargantuan, run-down communist-era thermal hotel. 6 euro to pitch my tent, with free use of the spa. I had to indulge.

The place is so huge that I got lost looking for the pool. When I eventually found it, there were seven to choose from, of varying temperatures and populations of pot-bellied guests. I spent 20 minutes soaking in the hot sulphur spring and went for dinner in town. My nipples felt much better 😛

No idea how far I cycled today, but it’s easily pushing 100 km. Tomorrow’s target is Esztergom which is 120 km away. I need to get there to have a reasonable chance of hitting Budapest by lunchtime Saturday.

No problem! 😉

Day 8: Into Vienna, and out again

It took ages to check out of the hotel, because two busloads of German wine tasters got to reception first. Never mind, I went back into the breakfast room for a second sitting.

The hotel owner kept me chatting about wind turbines, but I had to make my excuses (wouldn’t you?) and get back on the road.

By now the storm had subsided and the sun was poking out, but it was still worryingly gusty. Fears were confirmed as I battled through the first 10km to Vienna, again through exposed countryside, with only frantic windmills and rapeseed fields for company.

My companions for the morning

At least the signage had improved; I was firmly back on EuroVelo 9, which took me to the outskirts of the city. I saw no other cyclists until I got there.

To follow the official Greenways route I headed for the Marchfeldkanal, which provided a pleasant cycle path to the Danube and the northern-most part of Donauinsel (Danube Island) – a long sliver of sparse public space that stretches all the way through town.

First glimpse of Vienna and the Danube, from tip of Donauinsel

Once I got to town and crossed the bridge, Vienna’s excellent network of cycle lanes whisked me into the centre, first past the Spittelau (surely the artsiest incinerator), then onto the the town hall (Rathaus) and then to Hofburg.

The Spittelau – a power plant that incinerates household waste, less than a mile from Vienna city centre.

Vienna is a beautiful, vibrant city, but it was never the plan to stay there. I’ll save my partying for Budapest. However I just needed to visit the Imperial Butterfly House once again, which is always worth the effort (more videos of Vienna coming soon).

In Vienna

I started my escape after a spot of lunch. Bratislava is 80km away on EuroVelo 6, the route for which took me an hour to find. Once I did, it was mostly plain sailing on well-developed riverside tracks. This is the most popular section of all EuroVelo routes and there are plenty of bars and guesthouses along the sides. Most were closed though, and I could see why because, apart from a few racers, there were no other cyclists headed east. It’s still too early in the season.

In a couple of places the track turned to gravel, but soon I was winging my way along the Danube (Donau in german) on a newly-paved and dead-straight path which floats through the Donaupark nature reserve.

Despite the persistent wind, now blowing down the valley into my face, I manged to get nearly half-way to the Slovak border before calling it a day. I turned into a little town (Orth) to get some water but nothing was open. But there were guesthouses with ‘Zimmer frie‘ signs outside. So I enquired and got a nice room for 20 euro.

Walking around I found a kebab shop that was open and indulged the owner in a conversion about Brexit as I ate. Luckily, I had finished before he could move on to Trump, another subject that is just not worth it.

All-in-all a good day. I travelled at least 75km, not including time spent farting around Vienna.

I should make Bratislava before lunch tomorrow. Weather forecast says sunny 28 Celsius. I just hope the wind dies down a bit.

Day 7: A struggle through Weinviertel

I had a massive breakfast, so big that I needed a lie-down afterwards 😀

There was a stiff southerly breeze out, with a storm promised around lunchtime. No time to waste, I was off.

As soon as I left Poysdorf I was climbing through open countryside, vineyards giving way to vast fields of sugar beet. Weinviertel is Austria’s largest wine growing region, but I honestly expected to see more vineyards.

A stormy day in Weinviertel (I need a better camera!)

The clouds looked ominous, the headwind was hitting hard, and the pace quickly became glacial. Gusts would stop me in my tracks, or knock me sideways with the extra baggage. The only respite came during a short ride through a sheltered forest towards the large town of Mistelbach.

From there it rained, and conditions were tough as I found myself back in the open, facing a gradual ascent for nearly 15 km. I pedalled-on defiantly, making slow progress.

At this stage the route signage became confusing, and I got lost in Ladendorf. Although Eurovelo 9 was marked, it took me off in a northerly direction, wind at my back. Something wasn’t right.

After 30 minutes I decided to turn around and follow the #940 instead towards Wolkersdorf, where I resolved to have a hot lunch.

No such luck. By now the storm was in full throttle and I was soaked through. Limping into the village of Unterolberndorf I found the only place open – hotel Zum Grünen Jäger – and made light work of a schnitzel while chatting with two chain-smoking policemen.

Wiener schnitzel

Interestingly, in the 1980’s the hotel was used as a political base by Ugandan rebels to overthrow Milton Obote. The ‘Unterolberndorf Manifesto’ served as basis for the Ugandan constitution. When one of the rebels later became president, the hotel owners were invited to his inauguration as state guests. Cool story bro!

After an hour the rain was still pelting down. So I changed plan. There’s no point in cycling into Vienna in these conditions, only to start looking for overly expensive accommodation in the dark.

Rather, I decided to make it the 10km to Wolkersdorf and find a room. From there it’s flat 15km to Vienna, which I can hit shortly after morning rush hour. The weather forecast for tomorrow is much better, though still windy. Thursday and Friday are promising to be hot and sunny. Great!

Wolkersdorf is a fairly big town, but like many I passed this week, it seems completely deserted. 7,000 people and I saw maybe 10 as I walked around, one of them a pizza shop owner who was slumped over his counter, sound asleep.

I got a cheap room in the only hotel (with a welcome sauna!) and eventually found a run-down bar that served me a decent chilli.

A tough day overall. I reckon about 65 km traveled. All things considered, that’s not bad.